Like the prehistoric iceworms
that dug deeper and deeper
into glaciers in search of warmth,

I withered and fought my way
into the uncharted crevasses of your heart
in search of love.

A year has elapsed since I first tasted your worth-
a bitterness that left my taste buds shriveled in agony
and my brain rearing in defeat.

A tar-heavy aura surrounds your heart.
You have burned the many who have ventured
this way before, and I am on to the charred scent.

Unlike my nematoda ancestors,
I will not fall extinct to an unsuited environment.
I have evolved to conquer your selfish existence.